Time to move forward on this fast-moving trajectory to a ‘morrow that bends to my will! It has been a most joyous six years of reading you sweet people’s writings. I am both saddened and exhilarated to know that what lies ahead is meant to be. I never say goodbye. I only say hello. 😘❤️…

The year 2018 is locked away. The key, fiery hot, so as not to entice people to hold on. Look back. I look forward to 2019. My prayer focuses on the war of words, which has reached a feverish pitch. I honestly hope people’s superiority complexes does not burn down houses; leave room to erect…

A door post… Since it has been a while and being the door pictures are backing up my phone memory… i will release a few from my time in Massachusetts… so far! Bartlett NH storefront. A piece of America’s rural past Newburyport MA door is closed… open on weekends Plum Island Beach MA Do Not…

All those details in life… begging feedback. I am so unsure of myself. My glasses either need adjusting or my self-esteem could use a boost. Perhaps a week, sunning on Florida sands, lapping up the beams of light, will readjust my outlook. I wonder, will a halo appear above my head? Or maybe I am…

ever met her the ice-cold bitch who flicked her wagging tongue she wouldn’t know if the blessed one befriended her as she scratched and screeched her way to the top she pissed in the mouth of the man more manly than she will ever be he held his thoughts -secretly as a shield against her…

i have never been so assured of myself but somehow i feel lost… Still. Lost. lost as all the voices i cherish are slowly dying… and not because they have been silenced… i am no longer around to hear. lost in ocean wave… i come in and out of existence too.